All About Eve

Give to me the angels to soothe my
cracked and weathered hands, with their hair of silk
and voices of immaculate ether. Give to me the clouds
to rest my broken body on,
with their sweet cool air and views of crystal blue awareness.
Give to me the heavens to engulf
my weary consciousness, complete
with their infinite worlds of incomprehensible beauty.
Give to me all that this creation, with it's seen
and unseen things,
can offer, and I would still be an empty and dry vessel
if not by your side.

Approach me gently for your love is so pure that I fear my essence will evaporate in your embrace.